"Did you send Joker to Arkham Asylum?" Jester asked Batman beneath the Bat-Signal.
"Yes." Batman nodded.
"If you ask me, you should have killed him," Jester said. "I admire your resolve, but he's beyond saving. Why not put him out of his misery? If he died by your hand, I'm sure he'd be happy."
"Don't bother. If persuasion worked, I'd have convinced him ages ago." Harvey Dent walked over with a pair of twin brothers. "Still, I'll find a way to get him sentenced to death. Tsk, unfortunately, the guy's mentally ill any way you look at it. That's going to make things tricky."
"You haven't been looking too well lately." Batman looked Harvey over. "You've even got dark circles."
"I've had a lot on my plate lately," Harvey said. "I'm working on a major project."
"What?"
"Reviewing closed case files at the courthouse to see whether anyone was wrongfully imprisoned." Harvey yawned. "All I can say is that Gotham City's former judges should have been lined up and shot—"
"—You've already done that, haven't you?" Batman glanced at him. "Two former employees of Gotham City's legal system were killed by twins driving drunk. You certainly work fast."
"Hey, don't make wild accusations. I didn't hire anyone to kill them." Harvey waved a hand.
"Oh? Those twins were once arrested for excessive force in self-defense, and you were the one who tried their case—"
"That's because they were helping someone in danger. They stepped up to fight an armed robber, and his gun went off during the struggle, killing him. Acquitting them was perfectly reasonable."
"And afterward? Their mother fell seriously ill, and you paid for her treatment."
"That was a personal donation, and I went through the Martha Foundation." Harvey grinned. "What, you don't have a monopoly on charity,